Filial piety

O! Brother where art thou? Sister, you’ve been slain.

I have rummaged through the heaps of lifeless bodies, searching in vain.

O! Brother, where art thou? I barely remember your name.

Brother, brother, o brother, where art thou?

Can’t you hear my pain?

I swore to mother and father that I would protect you, I have failed them and you, yet again.

Brother, brother, brother where art thou? Upon our name, I bring shame.

Brother, brother, please listen for my cries.

Under blackened skies, through smoke-filled eyes, I look for you in soldier’s guise.

O! Brother, my nostrils have filled with the scent of blood.

I’m sick with nausea and dizzy from fatigue.

O! Brother in this place there is no good.

O! Brother, do not remind me of in what we believe.

For I have rummaged through heaps of lifeless bodies, desperately searching in vain.

So, I think not, upon me He will blame;

If I take this blade and force it into my vein.

◄ Makings

The title of a decent poem ►

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Clarke

Thu 13th Dec 2018 08:40

Thanks man. I really appreciate you for reading and your kind words.

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Paul Sayer

Wed 12th Dec 2018 16:49

..."Under blackened skies, through smoke-filled eyes, I look for you in soldier’s guise."

visionary

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Paul Sayer

Wed 12th Dec 2018 16:47

It has been said that all is fair in love and war... And... the first cut is the deepest

Oh what deceits we tell, to make others (or tell ourselves) to feel empowered.

There is no righteousness or virtue here Brother, only lost kin and faith.

Your words are so powerful Clarke.
Another great work bro.

Po

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